It’s shortly after 6 AM and I’ve been awake an hour already. This is not my normal schedule, but this is not a normal week.
As I lay in bed, brain completely dominating my body’s cry for rest, I began to dwell on the fact that in the next few days, I will have friends traveling by various means from different parts of the country. They will all descend upon Rhode Island for the purpose of attending my wedding.
I am overwhelmed.
Gratitude doesn’t begin to describe what fills my heart as I consider the sacrifices, time and expense these people are going through to share the most special day of my life. My brother and his family have already been on the east coast for the better part of the week, and I can’t wait to see them in a couple days. Dear friends I knew in California will be arriving from Florida, West Virginia and Ohio. Then a special contingent who transcend the friend category. They are family. They will be hopping on a red eye tomorrow night and arriving in Boston early Thursday morning.
You should know me by now that when I think of what people will do to be there when we celebrate and when we mourn, my mind automatically considers the sacrifice and faithfulness of God that He is available to me through everything, Who am I that I would deserve the love and sacrifice of my friends and family? Who am I that God would be my faithful companion?
My heart is full. My body is tired. My brain is an attention-seeking control freak.
This is the greatest week of my life!